"That is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no, no, no, we search out things that want to kill us. Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Seriously? Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast. And I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again, and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that. And you, you're gassy! You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic! I mean, you know what? You can forget it. Stay away from me Sam, okay? Because I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn Apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. Quit."

The best damn hunter out there.
Stuck taking care of my pain in the ass little brother.

Currently trying to teach Cas how to work a phone.


Name: Dean Winchester
Age: {37}
Family: Sammy {Brother}
Castiel {Sort of Brother}
Bobby {Uncle of Sorts}
Nicknames/Alias: Dean-o, Squirrel, Pud-Dean, Dumbass, Jerk.
Occupation: Hunter
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation(s): Hunter
Gym Teacher
Brother
Ass-hole
Babysitter
 

~Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more.~